plunging into a pile of petrifying purple pracs

poo

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4 chemistry Pracs to do, in fact... by this weekend...

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plosive 'p' sounds denote disgust

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I hate Chem Pracs, 

Esp with all that uncertainty

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serves me right for not doing them earlier...

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and some other random English assignment, commentary on a poem with the LONGEST title I've seen so far

and some cute innocence and fairy tale childlike quality in it, almost in the same way Frost does 'Mending Wall' ...

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May 07 TZ0/SL English A1/Paper 1

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Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle Received from a Friend called Felicity

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During that summer

When unicorns were still possible;

When the purpose of knees 

Was to be skinned;

When shiny horse chestnuts

(Hollowed out

Fitted with straws

Crammed with tobacco

Stolen from butts

In family ashtrays)

Were puffed in green lizard silence

While straddling thick branches

Far above and away

From the softening effects

Of civilization;

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During that summer--

Which may never have been at all;

But which has become more real

Than the one that was--

Watermelons ruled.

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Thick imperial slices 

Melting frigidly on sun-parched tongues

Dribbling from chins;

Leaving the best part,

The black bullet seeds,

To be spit out in rapid fire

Against the wall

Against the wind

Against each other;

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And when the ammunition was spent,

There was always another bite:

It was a summer of limitless bites,

Of hungers quickly felt 

And quickly forgotten

With the next careless gorging.

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The bites are fewer now.

Each one is savored lingeringly,

Swallowed reluctantly.

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But in a jar put up by Felicity,

The summer which maybe never was

Has been captured and preserved.

And when we unscrew the lid

And slice off a piece

And let it linger on our tongue:

Unicorns become possible again.

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– How does the title contribute to the meaning of the poem?
– What aspects of childhood does the writer portray?
– Comment on imagery and diction.
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pleagh... so much work to do...